Night of the living.....well no one really knew what it was

There have been times during my stay where I have eaten questionable things. Some food here could pass for fear factor challenges, but not often. However, last Tuesday I was eating at Delaney’s house with some other volunteers (Georgina from England, and Chelsea who is Delaney’s friend visiting from the states) and we came across a strangely shaped piece of meat in the lunch bowl. It looked like a long fried carrot, but made of meat. Its shaft-like appearance worried me, because I’ve been told they do use every part of the sheep for something. I was pretty sure it wasn’t a penis, so I was about to try some then thought, you know, I should be totally sure this isn’t a penis before I decide to eat it. With some situations, “pretty sure” just doesn’t cut it, and this was one of them. Fortunately, Madame Bow doesn’t speak English, so we were able to talk to each other about what it might be, and used French to ask her questions. The conversation went something like this:

Me: So what do you think that thing is?

Delaney: I think it’s some intestine

Chelsea: I don’t think so

Me: You don’t think it’s the…….

Georgina: Oh no.

Delaney: Madame Bow, what is that?

Mm Bow: It is the meat.

Delaney: From where?

Mm Bow: It is from the sheep.

Delaney: What part?

(silence)

Chelsea: dear god.

Me: Do you remember if it was a boy or a girl sheep, Delaney?

Delaney: No, but help me hide it under the rice.

Mm Bow: I hope you like the food. What we don’t finish now we will have for dinner.

Mm Bow has a refrigerator and recycles meat if you don’t eat it. Delaney told a tale of a piece of mysterious meat surviving 5 meals. It was like some monster in a horror movie that refused to die. You’d think that surely it won’t be back this time then you start into the rice and discover that it has returned and you drop your spoon in horror.

We ate in town that night, hoping, praying that the meat would be gone the next day, Delaney says that on cold stormy nights, it can be seen out by the dinner bowl, just looking and waiting for an unsuspecting volunteer to drop by. So ends the tail of the meat that wouldn’t die.